Man Of The World Part 1 Complete Book

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"Ajikinta won't be a problem, until she heard Lauren say, 'But before that, Your Highness, I want you to grant me permission to peek everywhere, to make sure there is no third party hiding.' She said, 'I grant it.' Then Laure stood up and peeked through the large windows in the room to make sure there was no sign of anyone around, then she pulled them shut completely. With that, she came back and sat down, focusing all her attention on their mistress. As soon as she waited for Momma to tell her the matter concerned Fadwa, she said, 'Your Highness, ever since your return, I've been calculating many things about this girl. Bastards like her bring no good to any house they enter.' Momma nodded in satisfaction and said, 'I want us to cooperate to bring an end to this girl so everyone can rest. No matter how much you want, I will pay you if the job goes well.' With satisfaction, Laure said, 'Even if you don't pay me, I can do this job for you, and that is the right thing, Your Highness. It's a small sin, it won't be hard. That is how His Highness the Prince's mind will return to normal. Children like them are not to be kept. What we are going to do is a help.' Momma nodded again and said, 'Go, I will call you. And did you hear what I told you? Let no third party enter this matter because I will come after you.' Quickly she said, 'I have sworn and made a promise, Your Highness, no one will hear of it until the Day of Judgment.' With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Momma sitting and calculating things in her mind.

The next day, Momma went to Uwah's quarters to greet her as usual. Laure was holding Khadijah, following closely behind as they exchanged greetings in the large parlor. They found no one there, so they sat down waiting for her to come out. Her maid, Laraba, went inside to announce their arrival. Shortly after, Uwah came out from her other parlor accompanied by two women who, at a glance, one could tell were her relatives. Politely, Momma greeted her with a lowered head, and she responded carefully as always. After Momma greeted the other women, one of them told Laure to hand Khadija over so they could see her. As they held her, Uwah reached out her hand to take her, but Momma and the others heard a baby crying from the parlor Uwah had just come from. Quickly, Uwah said to Laure, 'Go straight and bring Fadwa to me, she is awake.' Thus, she dropped the idea of taking Khadijah, while Momma watched. When Fadwa was brought into the room, Momma started eyeing her continuously. Immediately, Laraba brought her water and milk. Uwah took it herself and began feeding her water calmly. One of the women looked at Fadwa and said, 'Who could hate a child like this? Such a patient girl. I think since we arrived, she hasn't opened her mouth until now.' Another said, 'Not at all, if you take care of these kinds of children sincerely, you are the one who profits, and Paradise is right there waiting for you.' Another said again, 'By God indeed, may God bring her a good mother too.' By then, Uwah had gone back to feeding Fadwa milk and said not a word, her attention focused entirely on her.

Momma reached the peak of frustration from their remarks, knowing they were throwing indirect jabs at her, but even as she left the quarters, she didn't utter a word. Brushing off her dress, she bade them farewell and walked out, with Laure following behind holding Khadijah. As soon as they reached her quarters, she said to Laure, 'I will look for you tomorrow night,' and she replied, 'Alright, Your Highness.' Due to sheer anger, even when Papa called her that night, she didn't pick up. She was completely packed with the remarks about a co-wife that those women had thrown at her.

The next morning, she sent for Habiba. With Fadwa carried on her back, Habiba walked straight into Momma's room when told to enter. Momma took five minutes saying nothing while feeding Khadija, then she raised her head. 'You will go into that bathroom and wash those towels again, and wash him too.' She replied 'Alright,' trying to stand up with Fadwa on her back, but Momma said, 'Are you going in with her?' Immediately, she lowered Fadwa. Seeing how she held her and tried to lay her down on the carpet, Momma said, 'Put her on the chair.' Waiting for Habiba to enter the bathroom, Momma carefully laid Khadija down, stood up, and headed toward Fadwa. She bent down slowly, looking closely at her, scanning every feature of the child's face carefully while feeling her heart grow even drier toward her. To this very moment, she felt no remorse for her decision regarding the child. As for Fadwa, she was just looking at her with her large eyes, the room's light bringing out the grey color of her eyeballs. The poor thing was just playing with her hand in her mouth, drooling as infants do. Momma spent about three minutes squatting and staring at her, until she heard someone say, 'Momma.' With a violent start, she stood up from her squatting position like someone with a guilty conscience, her eyes wide. She looked at Imam standing at the doorway watching her too. Somewhat fiercely, she said, 'What is this? Don't you knock when entering here, what happened?' Calmly, he said, 'Didn't Imran come in here?' She said, 'Is Imran my walking partner that you ask me this? Aren't you always together?' He kept silent, looking at her, then turned his eyes to Fadwa lying down. Fadwa's eyes were still on Momma, playing with her hand, then he looked back at his mother. Seeing how he was staring at them, Momma said, 'What are you looking at me for?' 'Go to Uwah's quarters and check on him,' he slowly turned from the doorway and left. Quickly, she went back to sit on her bed, because even then, the shock had kept her heartbeat irregular. Habiba came out of the bathroom and said, 'Your Highness, I'm done with everything, is there anything else you need done?' With a stern face, Momma said, 'Take her and leave.' With that, Habiba picked up Fadwa and they went out, Momma staring after them.

In the evening, she called Madina again. They spent a long time reinforcing each other's courage regarding the matter, and she said she would call her at night so she wouldn't change her mind. Then she said, 'Madina, the way my heart feels right now, you don't need to give me any more encouragement, I'm a goner now. What's ahead is ahead, Abdulaziz can just find her corpse if he even has the means to arrive early.' Madina said, 'I know you, Adda, sometimes you even turn like Adda Aina'u. Maybe she'll even be buried before he returns, so you can see him rest from grief.' 'I'll call you later anyway,' Momma replied, hanging up the phone. When night fell before she called Laure, here came Laure in person. They slipped into the room and Momma lowered her voice, 'What is your advice on this? Through what way can you do it without taking time?' Softly, Laure said, 'I will finish everything inside the room, Your Highness, leave everything to me.' She nodded and said, 'Call Habiba for me.' When Habiba arrived, Momma adjusted her seat on the bed as if nothing was wrong and said, 'Have you finished taking care of the child? I'm going to give you a task.' Politely she said, 'I'm done, Your Highness, she's even sleeping.' She said, 'Alright, go to the big kitchen and cook tuwo for me there. Make me okra soup, I didn't like today's own here.' Habiba said, 'Alright, I'll go do it now.' With that, she stood up and left. Shortly after, Laure entered and Momma stood up, lowering her voice, 'Has she left?' She said, 'Yes, she went to the quarters, leaving the child in the room.' Momma said, 'Alright, tell me how you're going to do it first.' She said, 'She's an infant, even with a pillow it won't take time.' Momma nodded, sweat gathering on her forehead, and said, 'Alright, I'm waiting for you.' With that, Laure left. Momma couldn't sit still, she started pacing in the room, walking back and forth, crossing her arms over her chest while biting a finger, dreading the outcome. She hadn't taken four steps when Laure returned to the room somewhat panicked, saying, 'She's not in the room.' Abruptly Momma stopped, her heart pounding, and said, 'What do you mean... What do you mean she's not in the room?' Laure lowered her voice further, panicked, 'By God, she's not in the room and I didn't see Habiba leave with her.' Quickly, Momma left the room and they headed to Fadwa's room, but they found no one inside. Terrified, she said, 'Find Habiba for me!' 'Look for her right now!' With that, they went out together, Laure heading outside. At first Momma waited in the parlor, then she headed to her room and found Madina calling her. As soon as she picked up, she said, 'Madina, I am ruined! Let no one know what we plotted, the child has been taken!' Somewhat panicked, Madina said, 'And are you sure it wasn't Habiba who took her?' She said, 'Laure confirmed to me she went out and there was no child, Habiba herself told me she was asleep.' Angrily, Madina said, 'She's lying, look for her before she exposes you. I'm certain she knows everything.' Panicked, Momma threw the phone onto the bed to go out, and they bumped into Laure who entered panting, saying, 'By God, she's not there either, I even went to Uwah's quarters, we are ruined! She knows, by God, she ran away with the child!' Momma placed both hands on her head and said, 'I am ruined, I, Fatima'

Eighteen Years Later......

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Eighteen Years Later.

Kano, Nigeria.

Thursday, 4:00 PM

She was lying on the massive bed, her fingers tapping away on her phone. Lying face down on a pillow, she gave her full attention to what she was doing on the phone. Laraba entered the room, walked up to the edge of the bed, and lightly tapped her outstretched legs, saying, 'Fadwa.' She put the phone down, turned slowly, and looked at her. 'Go, Uwah is calling you.' With that, she turned and left the room. Sitting up, she adjusted her long print gown, then reached for her headtie lying to the side. Instead of tying it, she began gathering her long hair that fell down to her lower back, then stood up looking for her ribbon on the bed, but she searched everywhere and couldn't find it. Thus, she walked out into the parlor with the headtie loosely wrapped around her head, covering not even half of her hair. Uwah, sitting on her large prayer mat reciting rosary beads, turned to look at her and said, 'Go and do your hair in one place, Fadwa.' In her soft, pleasant-sounding voice, she replied, 'I lost the ribbon, I've been looking everywhere and can't find it.' Uwah said, 'Go open my closet, there is one you left there last week.' Khadijah, lying on the couch, raised her head from her phone screen, glanced at Fadwa without a word until she turned back to the room. Shortly after, she returned to the parlor with her hair neatly wrapped and covered with a shawl, holding her two phones. Uwah turned to Khadijah and said, 'Get up and get ready, I know your driver is on the way now.' Khadijah sat up, her face tight with no trace of a smile. They didn't wait long before one of Uwah's maids entered the parlor with a greeting, announcing the arrival of their ride. Nonchalantly, Khadijah said to Uwah, 'We are leaving,' and walked out ahead of Fadwa. Fadwa stood up too, but hesitated and said, 'I want to sleep over here.' Looking at her, Uwah smiled. 'You know His Highness will look for you when he returns.' She said, 'He hasn't returned from the meeting yet.' Uwah said, 'Go for now, you can come back over the weekend and sleep over.' Then she asked again, 'So when are you coming back?' Uwah paused, looking at her with a relaxed face, and said, 'After I rest a bit more, but I won't stay long.' Fadwa nodded slowly, feeling heavy-hearted. She couldn't understand when Uwah would realize that the palace felt suffocating to her when Uwah wasn't around; not a day passed that she didn't feel a heavy squeeze in her chest upon returning. Only with His Highness (the Emir/King) did she feel inner peace whenever she went to greet him; she felt more at home with him each day. With that, she walked out of the parlor feeling downcast and headed to the parking lot. She found Khadijah standing by the car, arms crossed over her chest, glaring fiercely at her. Even before she reached her, Khadijah snapped, 'Wait till you buy your car so you can do as you please, not now when you're being favored.' Fadwa didn't spare her a single word; she walked around, opened the back seat, and got in. Khadijah hissed, opened her side of the back seat, and entered. All the way there, neither turned to look at her sister, let alone speak. Each sat at the far end of the car staring out the window...

Summary

The excerpt unfolds in two distinct timelines within a northern Nigerian royal household.

• Part One (The Past): Momma, driven by intense jealousy and insecurity regarding a co-wife and a baby named Fadwa, plots with a confidante named Laure to quietly eliminate the infant. Uwah (the matriarch) and her relatives frequently shower praise and affection on Fadwa, which exacerbates Momma’s bitterness. Momma orchestrates a plan with Laure to smother the baby while her maid, Habiba, is sent away. However, when Laure goes to execute the plan, she discovers Fadwa is missing. Panic ensues as Momma and Laure realize someone has outsmarted them and hidden or fled with the child.
• Part Two (Eighteen Years Later): The narrative fast-forwards 18 years. Fadwa is now a young woman living under Uwah's care, maintaining a close, comforting bond with the King (Mai Martaba) and Uwah, while enduring the bitter resentment of her supposed sister, Khadijah. Despite the palace's complexities, Fadwa finds a sense of home and peace there, contrasting sharply with the unresolved mysteries of her infancy.

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This excerpt is a dramatic, emotionally charged Hausa romantic/family drama sample translated into English. It features classic tropes of royal intrigue, domestic rivalry, co-wife hostility (kishiya), conspiracy, and a long-lost identity mystery. The atmosphere shifts from a tense, suspenseful psychological thriller in the first half—where a desperate woman plots against an innocent child—to a reflective, character-driven domestic scene nearly two decades later, highlighting family dynamics, sibling rivalry, and royal palace life.

Analytics

• Pacing & Tension: The transition from the slow-burn psychological plotting of the first chapter to the abrupt crisis of the missing baby creates high narrative stakes. The 18-year time jump acts as a classic macro-cliffhanger, common in contemporary Hausa pulp fiction (Littafin Hausa), shifting the focus from crime/conspiracy to identity discovery and youth dynamics.
• Character Contrasts:
  • Momma: Driven by paranoia, status anxiety, and deep-seated malice.
  • Fadwa: Innocent, gentle, emotionally sensitive, and deeply attached to paternal figures (Mai Martaba/Uwah) despite lacking biological clarity.
  • Khadijah: Entitled, hostile, and cold toward Fadwa, indicating deep-rooted family division.
• Thematic Elements: Betrayal, maternal jealousy, the fragility of royal favor, secrets, and the enduring consequences of past sins coming back to light after nearly two decades.

Comments

The excerpt showcases the typical engaging, serialized style of modern Hausa popular literature (littattafan soyayya/zamantakewa). The switch from the high-stakes thriller of an attempted infanticide to a seemingly peaceful domestic life 18 years later creates an immediate hook for readers. The author, Bintu Musa, effectively utilizes internal dialogue and micro-interactions (like eye contact, heavy breathing, and cold dismissals) to build tension without relying on excessive exposition.

Conclusions

This text serves as a promotional or introductory excerpt for a paid serialized novel (Muradin Zuciya). It successfully establishes a central mystery: Who took baby Fadwa 18 years ago, how did she end up raised under Uwah's roof, and how will the buried sins of Momma resurface now that Fadwa is a young adult? The narrative promises high drama, emotional confrontations, and secrets unraveling as the adult Fadwa navigates her place in the royal household.